Doctor Hart’s Amusements Part 2

By mzmzed

Standard disclaimer: Do not read if under
eighteen. Contains explicit sexual content. Any similarities to real
persons is entirely coincidental.

“Mistress, there is a problem.”

Doctor Hart looked back at the phone and then at the door to her
office. Trey was an obedient slave. He would never call her if it
wasn’t something important. He had called her Mistress which meant he
was alone in the outer office. It was unnecessary then, for her to
change clothes

With one last look at Matthew Sorenson slumped on the floor near
the couch she headed to the outer office.

“What is the problem, slave?” she said as she came through the door
to the outer office. “I told you I did not want to be disturbed.”

Trey immediately dropped to his knees in supplication, his eyes
focused on the high heeled leather boots. “I’m sorry Mistress,” he
all but blubbered.

“What is wrong?”

Keeping his eyes on her boots he pointed back behind him to the
waiting room chairs. “Look.” There was man in a brown business suit
slumped unconscious in one of the chairs, his mouth open, his tongue
lolling out.

“I had no choice, Mistress. He is a police officer and he came to
see you.”

“About what?”

‘He refused to tell me, Mistress. You had left instructions not to
be disturbed. He heard you…“Trey’s voice faltered.

“He heard me fucking young Mister Sorenson into next week,” His
Mistress finished.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You activated the failsafe?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Doctor Hart nodded. She had anticipated something like this
happening eventually. In each of the three chairs was a pneumatic
injector linked to three buttons behind the desk. With the push of a
button, a high dose of scolapomine was delivered through the buttocks
and whoever was in that chair was rendered unconscious. “Very well.
On your feet, slave.”

Trey rose.

“Look at me.”

Trey took in his Mistress. The black leather boots and silky black
stockings. The sheer flimsy robe was half open and her gorgeous
breasts and pussy were open to him. Her red hair was tousled from her
marathon session with Matthew Sorenson, her cheeks still flushed red.
She caressed Trey’s cheek. An electric charge ran through him. He
moaned with desire.

“Move this man into my office and secure him to the chair. You
will have no problem moving him.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Trey, like all of her slaves, worked out to keep themselves in tip
top shape for her pleasure. He slung the unconscious man over his
shoulder and carried him through the door into the inner office. He
paid no attention to Matthew Sorenson slumped on the floor.

Dropping the man into the chair in front of the desk he left the
room and came back soon with a pair of handcuffs There was a bar on
the back of the plush chair and it was an easy task to cuff the man
around that bar. The chair was heavy. He would not be going
anywhere.

Doctor Hart had followed him in. She stood next to Trey. “He is
secured, Mistress,” he said.

“Very good, slave,” she said, and sidled up closer to him. She
breathed on his neck. “I am pleased.”

Trey was immediately rocked by a massive orgasm. “Unnnnnnnnngggg!”
Doctor Hart had planted the suggestion in all of her slaves. Any time
she said she was pleased, the slave immediately came with blinding
pleasure.

“I am pleased.” She said again. Trey came again, dropping to his
knees and rocking back and forth in bliss.

Doctor Hart leaned down and rubbed her hand up and down and under
his shirt tweaking his nipples. There was a growing wet stain on the
front of his pants. She bent to his ear. “I am pleased,” she
whispered.

“UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG!” Trey came a third time, going prone as all
of his synapses fired at once.

Doctor Hart watched her slave writhe on the floor and felt her
pussy go wet again. She loved playing with her toys. She considered
taking him right there, but the man on the chair gave a moan. She
would be busy soon enough.

“Get up, slave.” Trey shot to his feet. His face was flushed and
the front of his pants were a mess. “Leave me and return to the
compound. I will reward you further later.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Trey said his voice already shaking with desire
despite just cumming three times. He left the room without another
word.

The man in the chair gave another incoherent mumble. Doctor Hart
walked to her desk and lit another cigarette. She leaned on the desk
and smoked and studied the man. Definitely attractive and young
looking. She would have fun with this one.

It took another five minutes for the man to come out of it.
Matthew Sorenson still lay on the floor not having moved an inch. His
cock was now flaccid and limp.

“What the hell?” the man said.

“You passed out, Detective.”

He moved his head around and then tried to move his hands. The
handcuffs clinked. “What?” He looked around and his eyes focused on
the red headed sex bomb in front of him.

“We have to have a little talk, I afraid,” she said. She
seductively drew on the cigarette and blew smoke in his direction.

“I guess we do, Sweetheart,” he said.

She had to give him something. He has a cool customer and
apparently fairly immune to her charms, at least from a distance. She
could have just walked up and touched him but there was no sport in
that. She liked to have her fun.

“Doctor Angela Hart, I presume?”

She smiled flicked ash in a clean tray and gave a little curtsey.
“And you are?”

“Detective Sergeant Kyle Harris.”

Another drag on the cigarette. She was amazed but hid it well.
Most men, staring at her dressed like she was and this close to her
would be putty by now. He was something. “What can I do for you,
Kyle.”

He tested the cuffs. “You can let me go, Lady.”

She smiled wickedly. “Not yet, baby. Soon, I promise.”

“It will be easier on you if you let me go now.”

“But I want you to be hard on me, Sexy.” She was enjoying the
banter. God she was wet.

“I’m here investigating the death of Grayson Derrik.”

“Grayson Derrick, where have I heard that name?”

“He was a patient of yours. Killed himself last month.”

Another drag. “Oh yes. Poor Grayson, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to
help him.”

Kyle shifted in his chair again. He was doing his best to not to
let this woman arouse him but damn she was pushing his buttons. She
was stunning. He tried not to stare at her globulous breasts or that
shaved pussy but they were right there. He felt the start of an
erection but fought it. “Well his roommate says you did help him.
Right off the roof.”

She looked aghast. “He thinks I pushed him?”

“ No., He says you did something to his mind. Made him want to
jump.”

She smiled. That was exactly what she had done. She remembered
little Grayson Derrick. A college student with a gambling problem.
She had played his little mind like putty and then forced him to toss
himself off of his roof. She nearly had an orgasm just thinking about
it. If there was one thing that got her hotter than taking a man and
making him her slave it was being in such control that she could make
them kill themselves for her.

Doctor Hart stubbed out the cigarette and walked closer to the man.
“You want to know what was going on?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She pointed back to Matthew lying on the floor. Kyle seemed to
notice him for the first time. “I was fucking that boy so hard his
brain melted. And pretty soon I will do the same to you.”

Kyle tried to move. For the first time fear hit him. “The hell
you will.”

Doctor Hart laughed evilly. “Baby, you won’t have a choice in the
matter.” She walked a few steps toward Matthew. “First let’s clean
up, shall we?” She stood over Matthew giving him a nice look at her
glistening pussy. “Matthew,” she singsonged. “Matthew, wake up.”

Matthew stirred and then said groggily, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Stand up, slave.”

Matthew did.

Kyle started yelling. “Kid! Hey, Kid!”

Matthew’s head turned slowly to blankly stare at Kyle.

Doctor Hart cupped his chin and turned his head back to her. “Pay
no attention to that man. You cannot see him or hear him.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Matthew said.

Kyle kept yelling, but Matthew made no notice that he heard.

“Matthew I want you to get dressed.”

Slowly, Matthew gathered his clothes and slipped them on. Once he
was dressed he stood limply with his arms at his side.

“Now kiss me, slave.”

Matthew gathered his Mistress in his arms and deeply kissed her.
Doctor Hart rubbed her body up and down his. Eventually she broke the
kiss. Matthew was panting at his jeans were tented.

“Matthew, when I snap my fingers you will come back to normal and
have no memory of what happened here. Even though I am dressed in
this sexy, sultry outfit that you will dream about every night, you
will see me in the clothes I was wearing when you arrived.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You will not see or hear the man in the chair. You will go home
and continue your life. If you ever hear me say the words ‘time to
serve.’ You will go back into this wonderful obedient state for me.
Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Doctor Hart snapped her fingers. Matthew gave his head a little
shake and then looked at the D+octor. “Well doc. I can’t say it’s
been great, but I’ll see you.”

“Goodbye, Matthew,” Doctor Hart said.

Kyle kept screaming from the chair. “Kid! Kid! Wake up!”

She walked Matthew to the door and shut it solidly behind him. She
turned back to Kyle her eyes now dark and blazing with lust. “All
alone,” she said.

She walked slowly over to him, taking her time. She came up behind
him. Kyle felt a cold spot growing in his stomach. “Ready for the
fuck of your life?” she husked out.

All of Kyle’s bravado was gone. “Wait…”

“Shhhh,” she said and raked her long nails along his check letting
her fingers slide down his neck and under his shirt. There was that
electric charge and Kyle gave a little grunt and let out a long
breath. “How do you feel now?” Doctor Hart said.

“Really…weird,” Kyle mumbled.

My, he was strong. Her touch normally enough to render a man
speechless and her willing slave for a period, only had the effect
that her presence had on other men. She loosened his tie and undid a
few buttons of his shirt from behind. Soon both hands were running up
and down his chest. She licked and nibbled his ear and neck. Kyle
moaned. He had long given up fighting his erection and his raging
hardon bulged in his pants.

Doctor Hart walked around to the front of Kyle and slipped the
sheer robe off exposing her taut firm body. Her legs were sleek in
the silky stocking and the high heeled boots accentuated her ass.

Kyle was strong and though doubtful, she couldn’t trust that he
wouldn’t come into his own mind again so she decided to leave him
cuffed. She gently spread his legs and kneeled down in front of him.
Deftly she undid his buckle and zipper and his raging hardon popped
free like a jack in the box. She wriggled his pants down to his
ankles.

She grabbed his cock with her hand, her long red nails gleaming in
the light and rubbed up and down. She swirled her mouth around the
tip. Kyle gasped.

“You like that?”

“Y…yes.”

“Call me Mistress, slave.”

“M..M..Mist – no.” Kyle shook his head.

She plunged her mouth down on his cock, taking him fully. Absolute
pleasure coursed through Kyle. Her soft flame red hair swirled and
ticked his skin. Unbidden his hips bucked to meet her.

Her mouth popped off of his cock. “Mistress,” she said, continuing
to stroke him. “Call me Mistress.”

“M..M..Mistress.”

She continued sliding her hand up and down his slick penis.
“Gooooood. You are my slave, yes?”

“Y..y…” he was still fighting.

She used one finger and teased his anus.

“You are my slave,” she said firmly.

“YES!” he all but screamed as his pleasure ratcheted up.

She plunged back down for a few licks, still teasing his ass. Kyle
was giving a one long constant moan..

“I control you. I control your cock.”

“Yes!”

She smiled. He was hers now, she knew it. Now to seal it. “You
will not cum unless I command. Do you understand?”

She grabbed the loose tied and pulled him forward as much as the
cuffs would let him come. She brought her lips to his in a deep hot
kiss of jousting tongues and lips. “Fuck me, slave, now,” she said
when she broke away.

Kyle obeyed, thrusting up again and again while his Mistress ground
herself onto his cock writhing in pleasure.

She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back exposing his
neck. She ran her tongue up and down nibbling his neck and ears,
whispering orgasmic moans.

Kyle continued to pound away, Doctor Hart’s control of him
solidifying with every thrust. She quickly started to orgasm, leaning
and arching her back . “Cum now! CUM NOW, SLAVE!” she screamed.

Kyle’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he spurted hot cum
over and over into his Mistress’s pussy.

She collapsed on him, moaning in absolute delight. “That, Sexy, was
glorious” She said. She dismounted Kyle and looked at him. That was
what she liked to see. The glassy stare, the slack jaw. Absolute
control. He was hers now.

She went around back and undid the handcuffs, not needing them
anymore.

“Stand up slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He stood.

She grabbed his cock which was starting to go limp. At her touch
it started to thicken. “You serve me now. I own you.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You would jump off a building if I told you to.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Doctor Hart smiled evilly. She could, but wouldn’t. She could
think of many uses for a cop as her slave. He was also a fantastic
fuck. She would be using him often for her pleasure.